Falling Hard

CHAPTER 1

"Moooom.... Do I have to go?", I asked for the third time.

"Yes, Leila! You have to go. How many times do I have to tell you? It shouldn't be too bad anyway. It is just a bonfire.", my mom replied.

"Fine.. Fine.. I'll go..", I mumbled back.

"Thank you!"

*1 HOUR LATER*

I stood in front of the mirror, freshly showered, inspecting my outfit. I was wearing a light blue, cotton shirt with some cut-off jean shorts with an old pair of converse.

My dark brown, almost black, hair going well with the light blue material. I left my hair down in it's natural waves, and added just a bit of makeup, not too much, and not too little.

I grabbed my 'old dinosaur' of a phone and quickly started typing a message to my best friend, letting her know I was stuck in going to the stupid bonfire.

"Leila?!", I heard my mom yell from somewhere downstairs.

"Yeah, mom?", I hollered back.

"It's time to go! Come on!"

Ugh.. I trudged my way downstairs and sighed deeply, letting my mom know I wasn't too happy.

"Le-Le!", I heard my four year old brother yell, and soon enough I felt his little arms wrap around my legs, squeezing. "I missed you!"

"Awh, I missed you too, Tristan! Even though, I haven't went anywhere..", I replied back, looking down at his face and seeing his bright smile.

Tristan looked more like our mom, with his bright, blue eyes and blonde hair. While I looked more like our dad, with green eyes and dark brown hair and the freckles spread across my nose.

You all are probably wondering, 'Where is her dad? Why hasn't he made an appearance?' Well, my dad died in a car accident about two years ago, when a drunk driver ran across the yellow line.

I picked Tristan up and followed my mom out of the door, heading towards the car. I buckled Tristan into his car seat in the back, and got in the passenger seat in the front.

I really don't want to go to this bonfire.

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